Luna

Lord and Lady of the sky;

     Brother and sister up on high;

Master of Day, Mistress of Night;

     Luna and Sol: both shine sweet light.

 

Through the days, the months, the years,

     The two make chase, and through the heavens steer

A course of circles, ever bound

     To trail each other, all year round.

 

While the two are alike, both round, both bright,

     The brother takes pride in his great might,

But the sister, she mourns, must always be

     The smaller, the dimmer, so said the decree.

 

At the bright dawn of time, Luna and Sol

     Were made by the Father, perfect and whole.

He made one to be greater, one to be less;

     To make light for day’s work, to preside over rest.

 

Though content with Creator still she stays,

      Often she wonders, she hopes, and she prays,

“Why can’t I be like brother, giving my own light,

     Making my own flames, by my own might?”

 

Yet her place it is not, of herself to shine,

     But light to reflect, “Not my light, but thine.”

For God the Creator at first made the moon

     To reflect the sun’s light, and be gone at noon.

 

Lord and Lady of the sky;

     Brother and sister up on high;

Master of Day, Mistress of Night;

     Luna and Sol: both shine sweet light.

 

But the moon reflects the sun’s beautiful glow,

     As should we, while in God we grow.

For all by ourselves, our works are but naught.

     But reflecting God’s glory, bright light will be wrought.

 

 

Sander Gonzalez

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